(Author's POV)
When the mind link with Elio disconnected, Alaric was hit with that soothing, comforting scent of Myra.
The ethereal citrus fruity, flowery fragrance which could light up the whole room at once. The one, he was desperately trying to not indulge in any more than he already is.
In his mind, he kept on repeating, coming up with various excuses about his change in behavior towards Myra, 'It is just because she is Nora's best friend and nothing else. Or I am just helping her because I feel guilty for not recognizing her voice on call for help. Or I just want her to sympathize with Brave and help him. Or she may turn out to be the other missing girl we have been searching for since ages.'
Alaric was constantly trying to denying the fact that Myra was his mate, even now. Though, neither his heart nor his wolf, Alex, were letting him be.
